Everything Gets Balanced Poem by Vishnu Sampoorn

Sometimes the heart feels sad
Why is everything going bad
Why everywhere does hatred vest
Life is so full of unrest

Toys became, the auto-gun,
Killings, crime, just for fun
No one is sure if the other would
Help for sake of brotherhood

Money is GOD, life is hell,
Humanity, a drying well
We thirst so long, in search of peace
Everyone runs, to grab his piece

Trampling others, beneath his feet
To rise above the highest seat
One day he will surely fall,
My words, to you, won't seem so tall

The Giver, He counts, to be equal
He is kind, nor is He cruel
If you work hard, you will succeed
He will give you whatever you need

Those who cheat will have to pay
Maybe tomorrow, if not today
They may build palaces and riches gear
Someone else the fruits of their deeds will bear.